Chapter Twenty-Nine
Axle
Her lips taste like tequila. Warm, sweet, and intoxicating.
I tried my best to leave her be. I did. But when I heard Cabe’s truck pull up and saw her stumbling around in the dark, I couldn’t stop myself.
And the look on her face—the way she ran her nose up my throat, her hot breath bathing my skin—had me five seconds from losing control.
Then she pulled that little stunt of undressing, and I was barely able to reel it in and send her to bed to sleep off the alcohol.
While I headed home for my nightly ice-cold shower.
But of course, the woman couldn’t do what she was told and leave me to deal with my hard-on in peace.
I wrap an arm around her lower back and tug her inside.
She gasps, and I deepen the kiss as I guide her down the hallway.
I finally force myself from her swollen lips. Her eyes are wild and glazed over as we stare at each other.
“What do you want, Doc?”
“What?”
I step into her, and my hand slips a loose piece of hair behind her ear before cupping her jaw. “What do you want?”
Her eyes drop, and she raises her hand, her finger brushing against my bottom lip. “Your mouth,” she says.
“Where do you want it?”
Her eyes come back to mine and she whispers, “Everywhere.”
Fuck me.
I lift her off her feet and place her on the edge of the bed. She looks up at me expectantly, her long, dark lashes brushing her cheeks. And, damn, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
I sink to my knees before her, my eyes never leaving hers, as my hands slowly run up her calves to her thighs until they reach the hem of her shirt.
“Arms up, baby,” I command.
She raises her arms instantly, and I pull the tee over her head and toss it to the floor.
I lean back, raking my gaze down her body. Goose bumps rise on every inch of her exposed flesh, her pink nipples harden to tight peaks, and my mouth waters.
“Lie back.”
She scoots up the mattress until her head reaches the pillows, and her whole body trembles as she watches me stand.
I crawl up her body, and she lets out a strangled moan at the first flick of my tongue against her skin.
I lick my way down her throat and across her collarbone.
She bows her back, and her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as I nip and suck my way to one breast. While my hand plucks and teases the other.
“Axle.”
Fuck, I’m already hard as a rock, but her moaning my name causes my cock to grow even more impatient.
I kiss and caress my way over to the other breast and give it the same attention. I’m like a starved man, unable to get his fill. Feasting on her like she’s my last meal.
Her hand slides between us, and when she runs her fingertips over the front of my boxers, my cock pulses its approval.
“Fuck, I need to be inside of you,” I growl.
Without a word, she reaches inside my briefs and pulls my erection free. Her fingers wrap around me. Stroking me gently.
My balls tighten at the contact.
I bend to take her mouth again in a hard, deep kiss before kissing a trail down her abdomen to where the white lace hem hugs her hips.
I run my nose over the slip of silk before tugging it aside to find her soft pink folds glistening for me.
“Damn it, baby, you’re so ready for me,” I whisper against her sensitive flesh as I draw a finger through the wetness and circle her clit. Wrenching a low groan from her parted lips.
“Axle, please,” she demands. Her voice is as frantic as I feel.
I rip the panties down her legs and spread them wider apart so I can look my fill before hooking one of them over my shoulder and lowering my mouth to her. Running a line right through her center with my tongue.
“God, you taste better than I imagined,” I whisper.
I do a swirl around her clit, and her hips jump when I suck it into my mouth and insert a finger inside. I begin rotating it slowly, stretching her.
Her fingers cling to my hair, and she moves with me, wanting more, so I give it to her faster, harder, deeper. I add another finger and then another. Licking and nipping at her sweet pussy until she erupts on my tongue.
Like a firecracker exploding, her orgasm rockets through her, and she screams out my name as her grip tightens and she holds me to her.
I lap at her, getting every drop, and continue to pump my fingers in and out until her body stops quaking. Then I prowl back up her body. Peppering a trail of kisses all the way to her jaw.
She grabs my neck and bears up to crash her mouth to mine.
My body covers hers, and the tip of my erection settles at her entrance. I slide it through her folds, coating it in her wetness.
“Fuck. One sec,” I say before bolting up from the bed.
“Where are you going?” she asks, reaching for me.
“Condom.”
Shit, I’m not even sure I have one.
I reach into the nightstand drawer and fumble around.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
She comes up on her elbows. “I’m on birth control.”
My eyes cut to her. I’ve never had sex without a condom. Not ever. But right now, all I want is to feel her, all of her.
“I’m clean,” I tell her as she takes my hand and guides me back down to her. I hesitate, waiting to make sure she wants this.
She arches her back, and my tip nudges her entrance. She rotates her hips, and I ease inside as she brings her mouth to mine.
She groans and then whispers, “You feel so good inside of me.”
Her words hit me, and I let out a growl and grab her hips. I pull out and then slam back inside of her. She lifts her hips to meet each thrust.
“Oh God. Yes.”
The guttural sounds she makes drives me into a frenzy.
I can feel my climax climbing up the base of my spine as she wraps her arms around me, the tips of her fingers sinking into my shoulder blades.
She wraps her legs around my back as they start to shake uncontrollably, so I slow my pace and thrust deeper.
“Axle.”
“Touch yourself for me, baby.”
She slides her hand between us, and I watch as she takes two fingers and begins to circle her clit.
A moment later, she’s coming undone.
I’m holding on to control by a thin thread, and when her body ignites and starts to spasm around my cock, I close my eyes, and my head flies back as my release empties inside of her.
We lie here, a tangle of sheets and sweaty limbs as we both come down from our orgasms. Once her breathing calms, I lift my eyes to hers. Still inside of her, I lean in and kiss her deeply one more time before I slide out.
“I’ll be right back.”
She sighs as she extends her arms and legs in a satisfied stretch as I disappear down the hall to the bathroom and return with a towel for her.
I climb in beside her and pull the sheet and quilt over us. She rolls onto her stomach and snakes an arm across my chest, snuggling into my side.
Seconds later, her breaths grow deep and even, and I know she’s fast asleep.
“Sweet dreams, Doc,” I murmur against her forehead before closing my eyes and joining her.